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Making Do	By : Blahsblah2001 Category: Twilight Series > Het F > Bella/Jacob Views: 9136 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It went on like that for months. We'd meet each other right after school, sometimes at my house, sometimes at his. When school let out the only thing that kept us apart was when I had work.
Sometimes we'd still do schoolwork, sprawled over the living room furniture with summer reading books piled on the floor. I'd already read what Jacob was assigned, but no amount of pestering could coax the endings out of me.
I started gathering college applications as well, printing them off and then leaving them in a small, blank, neat pile on the corner of my desk. Even if I did get accepted, I wouldn't have the money to go for another two years, anyway.
And it would be worth seeing where Jacob was planning to go, as well.
But for now we were happy to just enjoy the summer together. When it was sunny we'd go for walks, or motorcycle rides, or runs, if we needed to be deep in the woods.
On one particularly hot day Jacob convinced me to go cliff diving again, this time waiting nearly half an hour for me jump on my own.
I never heard another peep out of Edward. Not on the cliff, or the motorcycle, or the day Victoria came back. She attacked us while we were in the woods, and shortly after Jacob had phased four other werewolves had shown up.
To this day I have doubts as to the circumstances surrounding their speedy arrival, but I don't bring them up. If they were using me for bait, I'd rather Jacob think I didn't know.
I spent half my time up at La Push, and Charlie was too happy about the return of my personality to protest. It was almost like I had another family up there. There was always something going on, whether it be bonfires or cookouts or picnics, the whole reservation was like one big family.
More than once I fell asleep in front of a bonfire, listening to Quileute legends, my body nestled against Jacob's. I always awoke almost the same way, cradled against him as he carried me inside.
On the few nights Jacob had patrols, it was hard to fall asleep alone. The bed seemed huge and cold without his presence. After Victoria died, I slept better for more than one reason.
And, slowly, I began to forget about Edward. I could drive down the road he lived on without feeling a painful draw toward his turnoff. I could wear things without imagining Alice's horror. And when I ended up in the emergency room, I no longer felt the urge to ask about word from Carlisle.
Slowly, gradually, I was rebuilding my life.

“This sucks,” I moaned, looking at the sea of people inside the outfitter's.
“It's like this every summer,” Mike told me, passing through with an armload of canteens.
Mike's parents had been working me double shifts for a week, and the store was still understaffed most of the time. Forks had a very short period of reliable sunlight every summer, and the long-hikers and day hikers alike made sure to plan their routes accordingly. By the time the clouds came out again, I'd probably have enough pay to get me through school and buy a Ferrari on top of it, but damn, it was tiring.
The only thing getting me through today was the idea of a day off tomorrow. It would be my first time seeing Jacob in almost a week. Lately, by the time I got home from work and showered the smell of hikers off me, I would be too tired to do anything but fall into the bed and pass out. Jacob offered to come over anyway, but I knew it would be boring for him and told him to stay home.
Gradually, the sea of people became a puddle, individuals comparing tents with scientific precision until Mike's mom finally announced that the store was closing in fifteen minutes. I breathed an audible sigh of relief. Mike and I made short work of the store, refilling the shelves and straightening the chaos that reigned over the floor.
It was almost nine when I got into the shower, toweling my hair only half-dry before pulling my pj's on. They were the lacy ones I'd gotten a long time ago, but only recently had a reason to wear.
Gratefully I lay back on by bed, a new one I'd gotten after my old one had a foot break mysteriously off. I pulled the blanket over me, crossing my arms over my head. It could only have been a minute or so before Jacob showed up, but I was already half-asleep.
“C'mere and kiss me gnight, sexy,” I mumbled with a grin. He complied, climbing onto the bed and pressing his lips onto mine.
They were freezing.
My eyes flew open, already rejecting what I knew I was going to see. The pair that stared back at me were hazel, bordering on gold. I did the first thing that occurred to me. I shrieked, shoving him back without any effect.
What happened next happened in slow motion, or at least that's how I remember it. At the time, it seemed all too fast.
My name came from two places at once, with almost the same tone of confusion and worry. Edward was over me, one knee on each side of my waist, as he had been when we kissed. He now looked down at me with nothing but confusion on his face. I wasn't looking at him. I was looking at the second source of my name, the second man to climb through my window that night.
Jacob wasn't looking at me, he was looking at Edward, and there was nothing but rage on his face.
“Bastard!” he roared, launching himself at the bed.

“Maybe we have a poltergeist,” I suggested, as Charlie and I surveyed the damage a few minutes later.
I'd righted the chair and shoved the scattered pencils and paper under the bed. There was a dent in the back of the door, but Charlie didn't notice it now that it was open. I'd cover it with a poster later.
The most noticeable damage was the window. Or, the place where the window used to be. Most of the glass was gone, and there were some chunks taken out of the wood frame. The branch immediately outside the window was now lying on the ground a few feet from my car.
The glass shards that remained were blood-free, meaning that it had been Edward who went through it first. While that made it easier to deny knowledge of the cause, it also meant that my boyfriend had tackled a vampire through my bedroom window, which was a problem in and of itself.
“Could anything have fallen through? A lamp or something?”
“I don't see anything down there,” Charlie replied, looking through the hole at the ground.
A cacophony of growls emanated from the woods, followed by a yelp and more snarls that faded into an ominous silence.
“Something's getting eaten out there,” Charlie remarked. I gulped.
“Stop killing each other!” I yelled out my shattered window. “You dumb animals!” I added for Charlie's benefit.
“Well, I think I have a tarp I can tape over this, and we'll get a new window once we figure out what broke it. Now where did I leave that tarp...”
“You know what, don't worry about it tonight. You've got to be up early for work. I'll just sleep in the living room.”
Charlie looked torn between his warm bed and his sense of responsibility. I grabbed a pillow and blanket and headed for the door, trying to help him decide. Resigned, he threw another blanket over what was left of the curtain rod and plodded out the door after me.
“See you in the morning, Bells.”
“See you, Dad.”
I arranged the pillow to look like a body, threw the blanket over it, pulled my boots on, and ran straight out the door into the woods. It was pitch black, and it wasn't thirty seconds before I hit the ground.
“Where the hell did you two go?” I hissed.
“You'll never reach them on your own.”
I whirled around. Seth Clearwater was standing a few yards away from me. He was crouched behind a fallen log, his jeans still tied to his leg.
“I don't have time to explain-”
“Or to get dressed.”
“Exactly. Get on.”
His slim frame exploded into the familiar shape of a wolf. He was smaller than Jacob, and I climbed on easily. He took off into the woods, an erratic, dodging run that was completely different from Jacob's easy trot.
It wasn't long until I saw why.
Most if not all of the werewolf pack had convened in the woods, forming a tight circle around something I couldn't see. Several of them were snarling, howling, but none made a move.
I climbed off Seth, running toward them. I squeezed between two I didn't recognize in wolf form, and saw exactly what they had been seeing.
Edward and Jacob circled each other, emitting almost identical snarls. Jacob's shoulder was matted with red, and he favored his front right paw. Edward didn't seem harmed, but his clothes were torn with long, parallel slices. Even in the dark I could tell his eyes were almost pure black.
For a moment, I couldn't move. I could only look at him, his pale skin opalescent in the moonlight, his torn clothing revealing ever-changing glimpses of his lithe body. He moved like a cat, sizing up his enemy, sure of every movement and gesture.
And then they attacked, meeting in the center of the circle with equal force. I found my voice.
“Stop it!” I shrieked, pushing my way into the ring. They separated, retreating to opposite sides of the ring, each staring at me like they'd never seen me before.
“What the hell are you two doing? And you, are you trying to get yourself killed? You can't take on eight werewolves at the same time! I'm surprised they haven't attacked you yet!”
“They can't. He started it,” Edward said hoarsely, inclining his head toward Jacob. Jacob growled.
“Well you can hardly blame him! What did you expect?! He came in and you were in my bed.”
“You told me to!” Edward protested. Jacob's head snapped up, growling. “Shut the hell up, dog. Why would I lie right in front of the only person who can deny it? She told me to kiss her!”
The werewolves were looking to me now, seeking an explanation.
“I was half- asleep! I didn't realize what I was doing!”
Jacob let out an anguished howl, and before I could explain any further he was gone, crossing the circle and leaping over his brothers without any indication of effort. They were glaring at me now, rows of huge, sharp teeth bared.
“I thought he was Jacob! I heard someone come in the window, what was I supposed to think? Make him come back!”
“He's gone,” Edward monotoned.
“I know that, but they can make him come back, they have this mental-”
“I know. But he's not linked. Apparently he thought he could run faster on two good legs than three and a bad one.” The satisfaction in his voice was infuriating.
My fist stopped an inch from his face, halted only by the knowledge that I couldn't hurt him even if I kept going.
“You're an ass. You've ruined my life once and now you've come back to do it again. What is your problem? It's too dangerous for you to be around me, but god help me if I try to date anyone else, is that it?”
“No! I didn't even know!”
“How could you not know? You read minds!”
“Not yours! It was all over his thoughts, but he hasn't been around you since I got back!”
I groaned, my head in my hands. I was suddenly very tired.
“Seth? Will you please go find Jacob? Please?”
The wolf whined, but set off into the woods.
“Bella....”
“No. You don't get to talk. Go away. I need at least two days before I can deal with you.”
Edward opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. And then, with one last look at the crowd of wolves, he was gone.
“Which way did Seth go?” I asked, looking around the dark forest.
None of them said anything. Of course not.
“Look, guys, I'm dead beat. Somebody either tell me what's going on, take me where Jacob is, or take me home.”
It was Sam who came forward, dropping to the ground in front of me.
“Jacob or home?” I asked. Sam barked. I rolled my eyes. “I guess I'll find out.”
Jacob, apparently, did not want to talk to me. Sam didn't run, loping easily through unfamiliar woods until, suddenly, we were in front of my house. He stopped before we left the trees, and I slid off.
“Thanks, Sam. And if you see him, tell him I want to see him?”
Sam barked again, and then vanished among the trees.
I slipped inside the house, changing out of my muddy clothes before heading downstairs. I pulled the blanket off my pillow-dummy, and stopped dead.
Lying on my pillow was a single red rose, and a note. I unfolded the creamy paper to reveal a single sentence, written in Edward's delicate script.
I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry to my readers, particularly Reane, to whom this chapter is dedicated, because there was no sex in this chapter, and I know you all expect more of me. But I have to cut the chapter off here.
It's not over! I have one more plot-y chapter and then at least one more pwp chapter.
I have nothing against pwp. I love it. But it can only go on so long.
So, I'll keep tacking love scenes onto the end of this until I get bored with it. Expect a surge after New Moon. Oh, yes.
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